Tonight was the time for the Big Squash I decided. Wielding a hefty knife (did you know that wield and weld are not pronounced the same? I only learned that recently.) , I began to cut. Oh, boy, is this knife going to get stuck? I wondered. When I get old, I may not be able to do this anymore. I was reminded of having my first baby. I had been told so much about how awful it would be, my husband had been sent home because it was way too soon for the baby to be born, but in the middle of night, I was thinking if this is going to get two or three times worse, I don’t know if I can handle that. It turned out the baby was soon born, I had been through “the worst” without realizing it.
So…… am I maybe already old?
We ate one of the mystery squashes which I think is a Malabar gourd (Cucurbita ficifolia).
The attempted weigh in the garden was way off.
The flesh was like zucchini (courgette) but the seeds were like pumpkin.
I steamed the whole thing. Why did I think two people needed two kilos of squash? The extra was prepared as a gratin and stuck in the freezer. There are more of these squash in the garden which I plan to save as winter squash.
Three days ago as I was passing by the Swiss chard, something caught my eye. I did a double take or multiple take, since I took several photos. Blue mushrooms? Are they really blue or starting to rot?
Three days later, they have grown so no, they are not rotting. Another mystery to be solved. What kind are they?
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I was given a squash plant at a plant swap, purportedly a butternut, but as its fruit began to form, it clearly was not a butternut. It somewhat resembled a watermelon. I hope it is not a gourd. Some people do grow gourds but I would rather have something edible. Ah! Perplexity. What is it? […]
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A friend of mine was talking about pumpkin kibbeh. That sounded good to me so I googled a recipe and decided to try it. Tonight my husband caught on to why we had plain squash last night. We have some lovely ones from the garden, the Hokkaido type. I stuck the whole thing in the […]